“How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth,
with its swirling vaporous atmosphere,
its flowing and frozen climbing creatures,
the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks
and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.
How utterly rich and wild
yet some among us has the nerve,
the insolence, the brass, the gall to whine
about the limitations of our earthbound fate
and yearn for some more perfect world beyond the sky.
We are none of us good enough for the world we have